Priya’s body was a ruined, glistening wreck under the flickering torchlight of the underground chamber. Cum from nine men coated her face, hair, tits, and mangalsutra like a second skin. Her swollen pussy and asshole gaped obscenely, leaking a constant river of thick seed onto the stone altar as Mahesh and Vikram continued double-penetrating her with savage force. The two new village laborers — rugged, muscular men named Suresh and Gopal — had just joined, their thick uncut cocks already slapping against her tear-stained cheeks.

Rahul’s furious voice echoed down the secret staircase, growing dangerously closer. “Papa! I found the panel! Priya, if you’re down there, answer me!”